Courier Zero

The package weighed nothing, which was the first thing that frightened you. Nothing that light gets four separate teams on a rooftop at midnight.

The clock in your visor was already lying to you. The corridor breathed around you, a slow mechanical exhale that made the overhead lights shiver. You counted the seconds between flickers the way you had been taught: four, then three, then one. Whatever kept the timing was getting impatient.